Friday, August 22, 2008

It wasn't until I was in there that I realized my razor was STILL packed in my toiletries bag from our trip over EIGHT days ago.

What's a grown woman to do? Get out of hot, steamy shower and drip over to the bag? OR just use my husband's razor conveniently in the shower?

Again?

Yes, I've been using that razor since we got back from Vancouver.

(Ummm...if you're reading this sweetheart and wonder why you've been getting getting all those cuts while shaving in the shower? Well now you know. He he he. Cue nervous laughter and sprinting stance as I am in now waiting for my husband to kill me.)

After dulling my husband's razor, I dry off only to realize that I ran out of girl deodorant like two days ago.

Ugh. Grimace. What's a girl to do?

Yep, she wears her husband's man smelly, wide deodorant which probably had pit hairs in it.

Nose wrinkle.

Yep, I smell like Gillette X3 Machfarking whatever. You might as well marinate me in Old Spice or Brill cream.

There were even balls in the deodorant. I know. I know. No surprise there. Men are always about their balls. But geez, I did not need blue ball exfoliant in my pits.

Although I spray girly Green Apple spray all over me, I still smell like a boy.

Anyway, I wanted to let you know (regarding my last post) that busing is NOT an option. It totally sucks, you see we live just close enough for the school disctict to think we don't need a pick-up and just far enough to make it a total pain in the arse! It is too far for an 11 year-old boy to walk and/or ride a bike alone at that ungodly hour. Just a pain. And yeah, I have to get the others to their educational destinations at 9 and 9:20 respectively, so a complete waste of a morning. I'll need lots of coffee!

I know, high school will be here soon, and then I won't have to worry so much . . . about that at least! :) Thanks for listening though!

Carrie: I hear you about Brazilians. The pain doesn't bother me as much as the thought of Helga the Hair Ripper being up in my bizness when I don't even like to look at myself in broad daylight there. No stank you.

As for busing, man! That stinks. I hear you on the darkness though. There was a kid at our middle school, hit by a car, in a crosswalk with lit lines, with crossing guards, in front of the school. Honestly, I bet the guy didn't even know he hit a child. No one could even identify the car. Just too dark to be safe--especially with the trees.

Karly: So true. Men are just more diligent about changing their razor blades regularly while I'll use the same dull blade for months. Sometimes my husband changes it for me when he's realized I've started to use his. Hehehe.

I'm just sitting here in wide eyed horror blinking at the screen. Make it go away. Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away.Make it go away. ;P